Category Archives: Salad Days Revisited

Spundalé

Spundalé

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“What does spundalé mean?” the cashier asked. I really didn’t know what it meant, and to tell him the rules wouldn’t have gotten me my stuff back. “I don’t know,” I said and skulked out of the door.more

I Was a Stranger

I Was a Stranger

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“I am almost twenty years out from that night when someone told me, in progressively hushed whispers, that he was watching me, and I wonder if I should have given myself so much distance before trying to chronicle those eventsmore

Crackheads and Corn

Crackheads and Corn

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“The explosion of drugs like meth and crack in Rural America has torn away at the psyche of each and every small townmore

Georgia, and the Late Night What Have You

Georgia, and the Late Night What Have You

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Her name was Amelia Reed and I wish someone had pulled me aside and said, listen, this is her, she’s it…more

Bob, or When the Nights Are Both Long and Short

Bob, or When the Nights Are Both Long and Short

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Bob worked at the Dairy. Bob got us beer. We loved Bob. Then one day he disappeared.more